Austin worked with Shay on Friday and Saturday, and neither of them said a word about Thursday’s meeting. He passed along Shane’s invitation for Thanksgiving dinner, though he’d told his brother he should invite Shay.
When Shane had given him an inquisitive look and asked why, Austin had said, “We don’t get along. She won’t come if I ask her.”
“You work with her every day,” Shane said. “And you don’t get along?”
“We’ve worked out a system.” He didn’t elaborate. Shane didn’t need to know that Austin was a doormat when it came to Shay. She could treat him however she wanted, and he simply took it. He hated the system, hated that there was no we when it came to establishing the system, hated that he was willing to endure her glares and her lectures simply to be with her for a few hours eve
